as i tried to retrace my steps
into my old dusty home
right in front of my own eyes
i saw my house blown by a wind
so gusty, hanging the old on top of another
roof, now shaky, preventing my climbing
to remove and re-fix my abode
to enable me to take shelter from elements
those wild and cosmic on a murky day
leaving me with a hope, a wait for tomorrow
long enough for a stronger storm
to bring that remnant down
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